#GLaDOS is friend-shaped

[yourfaveisfriendshaped]

GLaDOS from Portal?

GLaDOS is friend-shaped!

[idkplzhalp]

The Admin in TF2 comic 7 was so GLaDOS and Caroline (Portal) coded. Her character has made me tear up multiple times, there's such complexity to her I'm so upset.

(TF2 comic 7 spoilers)

Anyways. I think her arc is Caro/GLaDOS coded due to similar ways of keeping up this cold facade and then being the pettiest woman on the planet. GLaDOS' cut voice lines are so petty, I posted some earlier but like the way she tries to guilt Chell and makes stuff up... oh girl. And Admin put up a big fake idea of what she was doing and then turns out she's trying to keep one single guy alive for an event she cannot even remember.

They both are so focused on their goals and only do things to help themselves (though GLaDOS definitely gets more of a redemption, at least end of Portal 2). Admin only cared about Pauling & her team in comic 7 because of potentially having australium, then abandoned Pauling when she said no. GLaDOS sent the co-op bots out to rescue the humans, they saved them so she stopped using the robots, and only chose to use them again because she killed all the humans and had no one left to test. They both seem to get bored easily of whatever doesn't help their goals. Bored of anything outside of their path. An obsessiveness. GLaDOS because of the mainframe, it's built into her, and Admin because of wanting to get vengeance for her parents, which had spiraled into her full personality.

Pre-australium Helen was more Caroline in my mind, mainly in her appearance, but also the section about Zepheniah dying? The frame of Admins absolute apathy for life? She lost all her purpose now that he's dead and she feels like she didn't win.

The general story of getting so wronged by someone and basically traumatized into a different personality (Caroline -> GLaDOS -> PotatOS, Young Helen -> Pre-Australium Helen -> Administrator) is very similar. There's this spiral/shift that both of them had.

^ (Her appearance in these, like okayyyy slay girl you look just like Caroline (similarish hair & nose shape)).

^ The feelings that come from the panels of Admin are so strong, you can so easily read what state she's in. Caroline coded in my heart. The way the mansion is left uncared for while Admin sits depressed in bed was just. So emotional for me?

I don't think Caroline felt that way about Cave, the hatred Admin did for Zepheniah, as it was very implied they were besties at least for awhile (notably in scrapped voicelines from Cave about her). The hatred was more likely at the scientists, as they genuinely had no care for her (think about LabRat where they dehumanize GLaDOS and call her "it" during activation tests). Though I feel she'd hold the grief that Admin did for Zepheniah in a different way. Admin is grieving because her purpose in life since childhood was lost, she has no one to focus revenge on anymore once it settles in that Zeph' was dead forever. Caroline lost a friend and was forced into a fate she didn't want, mistreated by employees, left angry and isolated forever. She lived to be the highest assistant of Aperture, working as one for 40 years prior. So in a sense, her purpose was lost as well. We don't hear anything from the Caroline CEO era so I'd like to think she took a step back as she awaited her fate. She probably was barely keeping things together from the stress (though not to undermine how good at her job she was, I just think she'd be depressed for at least some of her CEO time). That's more headcanon territory though, and I wish there was a way we could get more confirmation on how she acted then.

Caroline wanted to live out the rest of her natural life, but it was forcibly cut short and turned into something else. Opposite end, Admin wanted to end her natural life and was forcibly kept alive. While Admin initially didn't want to live, she got stuck in a cycle of trying to spite this guy forever and it was for nothing, she ruined people's lives in the process (Mainly Pauling, ohhh she was so betrayed, someone SAVE HER).

Both were fated to live basically forever and forgot the reasons why they feel the way they do.. GLaDOS didn't remember Caroline/her being a human while Admin forgot how her parents died/that Zepheniah likely killed them.

They are wasting their time forever. GLaDOS is testing and evolving science for NO ONE but herself. Forever. She's alone. Implied to feel lonely in the Lego Dimensions song + her VA thinks so too. Eventually she'd run out of materials and there's no people left to either help her or torture her. Admin admits herself that her plan was a waste of a hundred years and for a moment she's sad. Such big efforts for something miniscule in the end!

TLDR, Both characters were mistreated at some point in life, causing them to became isolated from everyone around them. They're both self absorbed and manipulated everyone they knew for an objective that only mattered to themselves. They had no reason to be rational anymore and their hatred for normal life pleasures grew as they strayed farther from humanity.

And both are voiced by Ellen McLain, nicest woman on the planet. Wow. Thanks Valve.

Really gives same character different universe, doesn't it.

[frozenhi-chews]

Your self insert looks cool do they have Lore

Ooo Pancake? Why yes, yes she does!! And a lot, actually. I'll TRY to keep this relatively short.

Pancake is my self insert/persona and I use her for almost everything. It's all Pancake in different universes. And there's two backstory categories that they all fall under: Demigod and Poor Teen.

But before all that, Pancake is a hybrid between an alien called a Terrorvant, and a human.

They are MASSIVE, some reading a size that's five times larger than a blue whale. And Pancake can only reach ten feet. They also have shape and color shifting abilities, though some traits will still poke out. And they have acid blood. That they can shoot from their mouths. At high temperatures and velocities. They are VERY protective of their loved ones. They'll make friends and let others make friends, but if someone threatens them or a loved one, HEAVEN HELP THEM. Pancake had inherited this.

Let's start with: DEMIGOD!!

AUs this is a part of: Leave Death to the Professionals, I Scammed Death, and a couple others, I can't remember

Leave Death is the base universe where Pancake is from. All the lore bits and whatnot are from here. It's where Skittles is too. Pancake accidentally slipped and ended up killing herself, and through Death, found out she was a Demigod. And a necromancer. There's loss of morals, humanity, letting herself indulge in things she never could because there's no ultimate consequences. She is a nightmare, a menace, and be wary if you piss her off

I Scammed Death:

My self ship with Spamton. Pancake falls into the Cyber World and stays there indefinitely with her trash husband. How sweet :3

And now for the others: POOR TEENAGER. This one has no demigods or Skittles or anything else. Pancake and her friends like to ghost hunt, explore abandoned buildings, and try to summon ghosts. The summonings are typically uneventful, but they still have fun. Pancake, however, found an old book in a library about necromancy. Being silly, she took it to her friends and wanted to try the hardest spell. It wouldn't work, they felt, and there's no repercussions if they fail. Safe. Except she did the spell perfectly. And she's now a necromancer who can't die, can talk to the dead, and is having an existential crisis over it. A lot less dramatic than the Demigod category, but it fits into certain AUs better. Such as:

UNDEAD4UNDEAD: An AU where Pancake and Springtrap are together. (Ask me about this one cuz there's a LOT here). Pancake somehow can't leave the cursed Freddy Fazbear's franchise. It always comes back to haunt her. And she ends up getting a literal rotten boyfriend out of it

MSA/PANTHUR: This one is slightly different, on account she became a necromancer in her adult years. Her friends died in a caving accident, and she learned necromancy to bring them back. Unfortunately this never fully worked, as they moved on and she became a slasher. How she's a part of the Mystery Skulls is a mystery. But she's not knocking it. It also allows her to move on.

PORAL 2/OTCORE: Pancake was a scientist-turned-test subject. Because of her dad's genes, she had an advantage over the other subjects. And to compensate for this, the scientists cut off her spines, wings, antennae, and tails. And then put her on ice. And then GLaDOS killed everyone else. She takes place of Chell in this AU, and ends up with three boyfriends. She has no idea how. She lost her memory, has inexplicable phantom pains, and instincts she can't ever describe. Surgery scars are all over her body and she doesn't know why. It hurts. Existence hurts. And she doesn't know why.

STARCAKE: everyone knows this one. Pancake falls into the Underground and eventually marries a cowboy. Not much here!!!

And now for others cuz they're in completely different universes

CULT OF THE LAMB: Pancake is the Lamb. She had to disguise herself as a cat for years after her home was destroyed. She learned Glassblowing, was found out and killed, and became the next God of Death. Her horns are glass, warm to the touch, and unbreakable. Her husband, is indeed, Narinder!

RAIN WORLD/FRUITSLICE: Pancake, AKA Fury of Neglected Ghosts, aka Ghost, is the senior in her group. She had to leave with her sister eventually, and met No Significant Harassment, as well as the others. She's MASSIVE for an iterator. Strong too. She has killed Leviathans with her bare hands. She acts cold and distant. She just doesn't wanna be hurt.

HOMESTUCK: Yeah. Fuchsia blood hiding as. Not that. And she's a nightmare too.

Anyway that's it. There's a LOT more but I haven't developed enough for them. And I hit my image limit. Hope this is fun!!

[radioactivereads]

Welp. I’m nothing if not a man of my word .

Wheatley x Reader angst (Wheatley dies in a gas explosion)

(joke fic)

“WHEATLEY!!!! NOOOOOOO” (big explosion sound)

His stupid little orb shaped body clanked to the ground with a sickening thud followed by the sound of him dribbling lightly like when you drop a basketball and it takes a minute to stop.

“Im sorry luv…. I-” his body was rattled by synthetic coughs- why that had been built into the system was anyone's guess- “I… I had to save canada….”

“Canada is safe now… but…how am i supposed to go on…. I need you to save the canada in my heart ....”

“Im sorry my love,,,, that was never going to happen” wheatley’s optic rolled up into his head, and for once in his stupid miserable moon life, he was silent.

“He actually saved Canada. No fuckng way” GLaDoS’ voice spoke up over the intercom.

“....And now hes gone…” 

“Yes yes very sad”

The casket was also orb shaped, and rolled around as they tried to carry it, eventually lobbing it unceremoniously into the hole in the ground.

“Goot bye…. My love….” Their voice cracked as their one true love, wheat orb, was returned to the earth that he did not even remotely come from. 

Seeing the orb shaped casket down there, they were overcome with the urge to jump into the grave beside him, when a hand showed up on their shoulder.

“It’s not worth it.”

“SOLID SNAKE FROM HIT GAME METAL GEAR?” “yes its me. It’s ok, im here for you. That orbs a damn hero…. But he would’ve wanted you to stay here, and stay safe . Live not only for him, but for yourself .” they hugged, rain gently falling as they said goodbye to the man- no. to the sphere who saved canada

a/n: I wrote this in a call with my friend

[moosemann404]

Random bullshit headcanons for LU pre-GLaDOS I illustrated instead of talking to my family for Christmas

Look in shock and awe as I draw them completely differently each time

Now close ups and yapping abound

I’m actually horrible at drawing clothes and being time accurate at the same time uh oh. Doug seems like the kind of guy to have like 5 or 6 outfits and that’s it. At least 2 of those outfits are just what he wears to work. Also likes collars and buttons. The way he goes from work to casual is just taking off the coat and slipping on the vest. Hes got a suit jacket somewhere but that’s for when he needs to not be at work but also be dressed up.

I’m also horrible at facial hair so just… be nice to the man on the end he looks like shit.

Wheatley is a little more time period specific but also EXTREMELY outdated. His ass is NOT keeping up with trends. He’s a man who enjoys layers. I stole the upper half for his work clothes from @underhell69 because it was better than anything I could come up with.

This one down below was the first one I drew and you can tell I wasn’t exactly confident in drawing them just yet lmao

It’s always one of the default smart people things to have them be good at chess, or if the story is really going for lazy shorthand, they can solve a Rubix cube. So no, they’re both terrible at it. Wheatley suggested using house rules, but Doug was pretty sure that would break the game further. They prefer mancala.

Doug has insomnia. That is all. Wheatley usually puts a blanket over him if he finds him, or tries to use something as a pillow.

Not always in a bad mood but like 4/5 times, he’s angry or upset and he just wants to feel like a dancing queen. Wheatley is a big pop girlie, I will not elaborate. Man fucking loves his Eurovision.

Yes, that’s gen 1 Star Scream he’s holding. Despite Doug being primarily a programmer, he was pretty much forced to learn how to handle the hardware. Things Wheatley has asked Doug to build, despite this knowledge: lightsabers, a Dalek (no Doug, if you make it really small it’ll only exterminate bugs), many variety of Time Machine (he WONT break anything, stop saying that), transformers as seen above, a proton pack despite not believing in ghosts, a hover board.

Things Doug has actually built: A gundam from a kit (he has never watched gundam, he found it in a clearance bin), a number of small trinkets solely for Wheatley to fidget with, the outer casing of a lightsaber (the laser bits real hard)

Yes this is a Kafka Metamorphosis reference

I finally figured out how to draw them isn’t that neat. I stared at @beanzabear ‘s art until shapes made sense (sorry if this mention is annoying but you deserve credit for that and for getting me to use a softer color as my background :P). Is this kind of a spoiler if it’s something that happened in the past? Yeah, at some point they moved in together. Yes. They were roommates.

I could draw so much more but it’s getting to be a real problem, I think about them so much, my friend seven-gill had to tell me to go to sleep. I gave myself brain worms, no one else.

[sundove88]

JUNK-MN (Wall-E Parody Casting)

JUNK-MN, short for Junk-Man, is one of the few last robots left on Earth. He spends his days tidying up the planet, one piece of garbage at a time. But during all those years, JUNK-MN has developed a personality, and he's more than a little lonely. Then he spots Cure Amour, a sleek and shapely android sent back to Earth on a scanning mission. Smitten JUNK-MN embarks on his greatest adventure yet when he follows Cure Amour across the galaxy.

Junk Man as Wall-E (Mega Man)

Kricketune as Hal the Cockroach (Pokemon)

Ruru Amour/Cure Amour as EVE (HUGtto! Precure)

Emiru Kisaki/Cure Macherie as Herself/EVE’s Partner (HUGtto! Precure)

Bobert 6B as M-O (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Mega Man, Proto Man, Bass, Mega Man X, Zero, Axl, and Roll as Themselves/The Robots’ Allies (Mega Man + Mega Man X)

Professor Sycamore as Captain B. McCrea (Pokemon)

Dr. Light as Himself/Captain B. McCrea’s Friend (Mega Man)

Moebius as Auto (Fresh PreCure)

Klein and Northa as Themselves/Auto’s Assistants (Fresh PreCure)

King Dedede as John (Kirby)

Fairy Queen as Mary (Kirby)

Vile as GO-4 (Mega Man X)

Wheelie as Burn-E (Transformers)

GLaDOS as The Axiom's Computer (Portal)

Heath as Shelby Forthright (Pokemon)

Wave Man as BRL-A (Mega Man)

Ratchet as D-FIB (Transformers)

Bulkhead as HAN-S (Transformers)

Storm Eagle as L-T (Mega Man X)

Volt Kraken as VN-GO (Mega Man X)

DustMan as VAQ-M (Mega Man)

Arcee as PR-T (Transformers)

Mets as Rem-Es (Mega Man)

FlashMan as Supply-R (Mega Man)

The Other Robot Masters + Mavericks as Themselves/The Robots’ Friends (Mega Man + Mega Man X)

The Other Autobots as Themselves/The Robots’ Allies (Transformers)

The Decepticons as Themselves/AUTO’s Allies (Transformers)

Various Characters as The Humans

FakeMan as SECUR-T (Mega Man)

Beta!Junk Man as WALL-AS (Mega Man)

Wheatley as TYP-E (Portal)

Various Characters as Various Robots

Here’s your hint for the next casting (It’s for Valentine’s Day):

🦢👑✨

[fractaldunes]

Had a really weird dream (or series of dreams?). It started off where a mutual made an oc server and i joined it and they had themed the channels around different colors like in one of their stories. And there was a purple pit.

Then i was in this sort of roblox-like obby course jumping between flat platforms over a death pit of sky. Everything was pale pink and blue and there were textures on the walls of catoonish character illustrations i couldnt make out.

Then after enough time through that, i found myself in a new dream(?) where i was in public school. We were stories high in a skyscraper. I was walking down the hall along the windows and for some reason there was a door outside along them. I watched someone open the door, walk through, and fall to their deaths it was very distressing. Then around the corner apparantly someone else had died and the witness to that argued with me over what just happened (suicide or homicide) not knowing abt the other death. Then three administrators took us in to talk to us. They were three tall shadowy weirdos. The tallest one then somehow got on about this story.

There was a little boy and little girl found abandoned in like a crate in soviet russia. Then they decided to do experiments on them by feeding them bugs and stuff(????). And he said he was the sister.

Then i found myself in the woods amongst a series of buildings i was staying at. There was where i slept, a well, and this sort of wilderness-shelter looking place. I tried to get water out of the well (i remember being excited about getting to crack a thin layer of ice on the water) but i wasnt lining up this complicated rig to drop the bucket very well. So i ended up going to the shelter to use that complicated rig to instead try and drop the bucket into this deep fire pit i wanted to exist(??). But the light in there was just from some random person watching cameras on a tablet. They waved at me and i left them alone. Then i tried to drop it into the slot next to that, but it was where id insert a unique engine for a strange car from another dream (i called it something zero). Then the area around me got a lot nicer (carpet, drywall, looking like a nasa control room).

Then somehow (maybe i wandered into it?) i found myself in a library. It was split between four colors (red, blue, green, yellow) and everybody there was studying at tables together. I was just looking around and climbing. I think my mutual from earlier was there. Then after a while this voice over the intercom (think an intimidating ai like shodan or glados) came on and started to like berate me or whatever. Then i found a series of books by one of my favorite review youtubers (i remember his first name was like a real name but the last name was just Mandalore like his yt name). And i really wanted to check the first one out so i kept bothering the ai and its presence (who i had cornered) and denanded that he check this out for me. Then after a bit i woke up in the yellow section of the library to a text from my brother reading "i updated the code for you" or something. So i got up and explored. And i eventually dropped down into the obby from the beginning and triggered a chase sequence that i finished before i even knew what was chasing me. And i escaped into the starting platform (now made of static) and won. And then i got to see the ai guy and it was a roblox character in a suit with only one appendage on his right side and some darth vader shit going on. Then i woke up.

And this isnt even mentioning my trip to Target with my friend Jordan that happened at some point. Or the dwarf trying to use a time gun to assassinate another dwarf in the past but the other dwarf had a rabbit-shaped thing that nullified it so that he saw him coming and the would-be assassin died.

[mx-mongoose]

Goose. For the kiss thing. Glados. And Chell. Any prompt. Let Chell smooch that robot

I don't really know what prompt this is supposed to be T-T I guess this would be goodbye or because time ran out. But here it is!

Chell blinked open her eyes slowly as her vision started to piece together. She awoke on a circle-shaped elevated platform with handrails surrounding her from all sides. The sight she was greeted with however was two robots staring at her. There was an orange opticed robot in the shape of a Turret, except it having long legs, arms and it's body was slightly bigger then the original she was used to. The other right beside them was spherical, shorter and had a blue optic instead but still adorned the same limbs. That one specifiically reminded Chell of a certain blue core who she just sent to the moon and if this was Glados's way of a practical joke then it was way too soon.

Chell started to pick herself up, her muscles aching but nothing too bad. She grasped her sides where the burns were from the Stalemate Trap but noticed something wrapped around her waist tightly, she ran her fingers over the fabric of her tanktop and felt soft ridges underneath it. Bandages.

"Oh thank god, you're alright!" Glados cooed (Now that's something Chell never thought she would hear).

Glados was back to being a ginormous machine wired to the ceiling and thus back in power of The Facility once more. Chell expected herself to be quaking in fear and itching her trigger finger on her Portal Gun but somehow she felt safe, at ease even.

"Y'know... Being Caroline tought me a valuable lesson. I thought you were my greatest enemy, when all along you were my best friend,"

The wall-plates hummed and swayed calmy, a similar rythm to a heart beat.

"The surge of emotion when I saved your life tought me an even more valuable lesson,"

Her tone was so sweet and warm, too sweet if you asked Chell. Even after all they went through, Glados has never sounded like this. It gave Chell the feeling something was being set-up, like glancing down at a rug she was standing on only to see Glados gripping it between her hypothetical fingers. She was saying all the things Glados presumed Chell wanted to hear like them being best friends and changing for the better. This had 'Dangling a turkey leg on a rope hanging from the ceiling' written all over it.

But the real question why... Oh, who was Chell kidding? This platform was gonna give out and dunk her in a relaxation vault any second so she could continue testing.

"Where Caroline lives in my brain!" You could practically hear the forced smile through her words.

Then suddenly through the intercoms, there was long beep and everything froze.

"Caroline deleted," the intercom voice announced.

There it was.

"Goodbye, Caroline..." Glados shifted away from Chell and churned her downwards in solemn.

"You know, deleting Caroline just now tought me a valuable lesson. The best solution to a problem is usually the easiest one and I'll be honest, killing you is hard," Her voice returned to it's cold and monotone demeanor, for some reason it made Chell more at ease then the previous because at least everyone now is being honest.

"You know what my days used to be like? I just tested. Nobody murdered me, or put me in a potato, or fed me to birds. I had a pretty good life and then you showed up. You dangerous, mute, lunatic,"

The words sounded like Glados shoudl want her dead but for some reason it lacked that icey venom from when she really did mean it. It made Chell's eyebrows knit together and her gaze fixated on her intensely, trying to pick this situation apart the best she could. Nothing was adding up.

"So you know what? You win! Just go,"

Chell eyes widened as the platform rumbled beneath her boots and it started to raise upwords.

"It's been fun, don't-"

Chell hopped over a safety rail and plummeted off the platform towards the ground. Her Long Fall boots clicked once she hit the smooth surface, landing elegantly.

Glados jolted back in shock and then leaned down towards Chell, narrowing her shutters. "What did you do that for? It wasn't a trap, I promise. You need to work on your paranoia if you want to survive up there, that much anxiety will kill you instantly,"

Chell walked closer to her, a determined smirk growing on her face.

"I want nothing else to do with you!" Glados retorts defensively. "Now please go-

Chell caressed her hand on the smooth yet aged metal of Glados's head like you would the face of a person, rubbing her thumb softly. She pressed her lips near the right corner of Glados's optic, you could hear a small gasp escape Glados's thoughts and then jerked away from Chell's touch.

But Chell didn't mind, she only mouthed a silent "Thank you," and she didn't even try to hide the smile still present.

There was a silence between them except the faint intelligible chatter of the droids behind them.

"Ahem.." Glados choked out, even though she had no reason to. "Atlas, Pbody, please bring back down the elevator,"

Atlas and Pbody scurried off out of the chamber and to wherever control deck they needed to be to access.

"You could have left earlier if you didn't pull that little stunt, you even smudged my Core shell with your gross human mouth and now I might have contracted a disease despite that being impossible. That is how badly you screwed it up. I hope you're happy with yourself, what you did was very stupid,"

[fictionkinfessions]

Been holding this one in for a while, but it’s about damn time I got it out.

Dear Aperture,

I love you. I love everything about you, Aperture Laboratories, every circuit and every panel, every turret and every core, every cube and every test. The facility itself may not be a living being, one with sentience, but it still feels so alive, the walls themselves sing for whoever will listen.

Of course, at the core of it all is GLaDOS. Sweet, sweet, GLaDOS. I miss you. After everything we’ve gone through, the good and the bad, the ups and downs, I still miss you. You embody everything I love about your facility, and yet I still love you over it all. Your words mean everything to me, every song you wrote, every memory you shared down in Old Aperture. You are the center of the entire world down there, yet I still cherish every small moment we had together. I love you, GLaDOS, and you are free to take that however you wish.

And Wheatley, poor Wheatley. Please, if there is anything you take from this, just know I forgive you. I miss you, friend. Everything you did after you were put in charge, I do still hold you accountable for, but I don’t hate you for it. I know the system itself corrupted you much like it did GLaDOS, and I heard your apology. I can only wish I’d saved you instead of leaving you stranded up there, uncountable miles from home. I’m sorry myself, Wheatley. It’d be nice to see you again.

Lastly, to the rest of the Aperture Science robotics out there, from the panels to turrets, from the cores to the cubes: thank you. You all made me who I am, shaped my life in a way I wouldn’t change for the world. Every single part of the facility I hold dear to my heart.

I love you, Aperture, and everything you are.

From, Chell.

[kalabhuna]

So... Nanowrimo's coming up and I decided to write the chelley fanfic that I've been planning

Well, it's more of a general portal au fanfic with chelley as a subplot because I love stories with people suffering from corrupt government and dealing with their feelings on the way <33

The fic is a mash up of portal and star wars (high school obsessions) with Chell being a young jedi on a quest to defeat Glados, the android sith lord and right-hand woman to the evil Emperor Gregory. She's aided by her friends from the old Jedi Order: Doug Rattmann, a forgotten master in the discipline and Wheatley, a ball-shaped droid.

It's very self-indulgent and might even be cringy at times, but I'm writing what I like so it makes me happy :) I'll be sharing it on ao3 once I feel content with the first chapter.

[stitchthesewords]

Shout out to your portal au for making come around to Wheatley as a character after years of (mostly jokingly) despising that little orb. I was Fr like,,, well if he’s mumbo jumbo I’m legally obligated to like him.

LOL

Okay so highkey i had a weird relationship with that little orb - I LOVED him at first and then got to his betrayal and HATED his guts bc. well. he stabbed me in the back. But then i finished the game the first time and idk. I was sad he was floating in space for the rest of forever??? And THEN I read this fanfic which I've referenced a few times - its one of the only Chelley fanfics that ever really stuck w me? But the characterization of Wheatley and like the exploration of how coming to grips w humanity would shape him because he was never human to begin w + the exploration of like, why he is that way and why he was programmed to be that way...IDK I fell in love with him a little bit.

Now, ADMITTEDLY - Mumbo in the Portal AU is a very different character from Wheatley. He's a completely different type of personality core, programmed to come up with 'dumb' ideas for tests and inventions and fill ScaR's head with that nonsense to make it harder for ScaR to think - and his ENTIRE villain arc is very different. @made-nondescript and I have spent a lot of time thinking about how it has similar scenes and beats but completely different motivations [For example, hes trying to get ScaR back over outright killing them both, so he can get the passwords from ScaR to access the things in the facility that are collapsing and self-destructing. The destruction is caused by him panicking because he knows the place is going to blow if he doesn't get that damn potato back.] But at the same time, the structure of Wheatley as a character, and mine and chel's ideas about what it's like to create your own version of humanity as you come into yourself, are very much based on Wheatley.

Man I just. I love that orb a lot. So much. Yeah he's stupid and he tries to kill you but. You were friends, once upon a time. He was proud of you, you of him. He came back from being crushed by GlaDos and then came back for you. He learns that humanity IS good sometimes. Ya know?

[siffrin-stardust-traveler]

It does! All this to say I was thinking about the cores again, because they are cute and I was breaking down why. They all have a singular, large eye, and are round. They are quite literally friend shaped! They have nothing threatening in their design at all! Hell, even the turrets don't fit the cute model exactly but I think their charm comes more in their high-pitched voices. That's part of the cuteness factor too, noises and voice. We find things that sound like our young to be cute!-Delta

Huh, actually i've been wondering about that too. Maybe i could share some of this information with GLaDOS. Gog knows she likes ti hear it-Bibi

[bloodyethanol]

see nick valentine or GLaDOS, hatsune miku and gordon freeman. again i won't elaborate they're friend shaped

[huevobuevo]

oh mein gott anyways defect cores my beloved <:333333

Design notes under the cut because of fucking course i have notes

Okay i have reuploaded them but i made this BIGASS reference post with my “”au””’s basic premise of like the different personality core’s being androids and yadda yadda world building shit

In that post it detailed the different departments that cores could be placed in + the different features each core had depending on their job. So we had relaxation center cores, testing management cores, etc. etc.

Here we’re gonna focus on personality cores, research & development cores, and the construction & general maintenance cores. Personality cores were designed SPECIFICALLY for connection to GLaDOS, but due to alot of cores being rejected by her the scientists just transferred them to different departments (with body modifications to effectively do their jobs of course)

Personality cores were made to mimic specific emotion’s, and before the destruction of the Portal 1 cores they were considered the highest authority, next to GLaDOS. They had access to every file and testing track in the facility, and are also the tallest amongst the other cores- the shortest personality core (space core) being 5’6 while the tallest (optimism core) is 8 feet. They also had two tailchords made specifically for hooking onto the Chasis & heels similar to the long fall boots chel wears.

After they were deemed incompatible to GLaDOS, Fact & Space were sent to R&D while Rick was sent to Construction. Space & Fact had their second chord exchanged with the standard projector tailchord most Research Cores need and had their heels removed (any long fall boots are welded into the cores legs). Rick had a second pair of arms stuck onto him, his boots were exchanged for the long fall shoes needed for construction, and his tailchord was shortened due to the regulations stating that longer chords could cause a safety hazard on sites.

Once a core is deemed “Defected”, any extra body modification is stripped away and they’re sent to the junkyard to be scrapped. I have a whole other thing for the junkyard but thats for another day. I forgot to add in the scars left behind from this surgery, but Fact & Space had their second tailchord cut alltogether and Rick had his second arms & feet torn apart from his body. Yeesh!

Some more specific notes & backgrounds on the defects:

🟣 Fact Core [5’7, Transmasc Enby, They/Them, Bisexual]; Fact was the head of the Research & Development Department, but after their motherboard fried from neglecting regular maintenance checks they were labelled defected. Fact is infact the least defected amongst the other cores, being able to function just fine. The most that would happen was huge sparks flying out from their optic & excessive twitching. However, they were unable to properly communicate due to glitches and their words getting mixed up, so to everyone else they were speaking nonsense. Thus they were thrown away, their position taken over by Dr. Alma in Meet The Cores. They dont hold any grudge against Alma of course, they understand how the symptoms work. They’re more or less disappointed in themself for putting themself in this position. Luckily, after the events of Portal 2, Fact Core was able to find a mechanic who could properly fix their motherboard- somewhat. They still deal with occasional glitches and sparks, but its better than nothing. In the Junkyard they had dents on their body & their optic’s lid was burnt due to the constant sparking, but generally speaking they were in pretty good shape!

🟡 Space Core [5’6, Transfemme Enby, He/Star/Neb, Cinthean]; Space was also transferred to R&D alongside Fact. Space was very outgoing, but although he had alot of friends in R&D he was extremely close to Fact Core & Ray (mtc 3). Due to a nervous breakdown induced after Fact was thrown out, Space Core had to be excused from work until he calmed down. Despite the best efforts from his colleagues this break didnt help his mental state at all. He was too distraught to continue working and had a hard time communicating with everyone in the lab. Aperture’s standard Therapist Core was… defected, as well, so he was just sent below to the Junkyard before he got another nervous breakdown. Luckily Fact wasn’t scrapped like they initially thought, so the two of them just chilled together being autistic beasties or whatevas. He didn’t seemed to mind staying in the underbelly of Aperture, as long as he had his best friend[/homoerotic] by his side again. Space Core is considerably more dirtier and covered in scratches, since he’s usually the one that goes out get supplies due to Fact’s condition- he oftentimes gets himself in trouble, but Space usually comes out of it alive. Despite the obvious communication issue, Fact & Space managed to survive the junkyard for a pretyy damn long time and can understand each other better than anyone else.

🟢 Rick The Adventure Core [6’8,He/Him, bisexual]; latest addition to the junkyard polycule & the token cis dude in the relationship LMAOOOO‼️‼️ Rick was in the construction team working on repairing any damaged testing tracks. His cocky attitude and impulsive nature ended up being his fall, as during a routine checkup he attempted to jump across a lake of toxic goo to impress some of the other cores on his team. He ended up missing the goo entirely and got himself caught by a jump-pad that sent him flying into ANOTHER testing track where he crashed onto the floor… and then shot by a brigade of turrets. Rick was given permission to rest while a mechanic was on their way to fix him but he refused to get any repairments in fear of being labelled as broken. Later on while working with nanobots on the side of a track his tailchord malfunctioned and he fell from his management rail, crashing into a catwalk and damaging his body even MORE. The manager practically begged him to consider a week off but then Rick just. tried to fight him. And failed. Like, miserably. So he was fired from his job and sent to the Junkyard. In this image i completely forgot about his leg injuries so imagine like a shit ton of dents & he’s leaning on this big iron pole for a crutch because im stupid and an idiot. Despite his long fall shoes being destroyed he managed to find another pair in the trash and welded them back on himself, but since the body’s motherboard detects the shoes as an outside foreign object there are times where his feet dont work. He covers the holes in his jumpsuit where his second pair of arms used to be cause frankly its.. kind of embarrassing for him. He’s covered in oil and grease stains from both the junkyard & his time in maintenance, with a shit ton of dents all over his body. He meets Fact Core and Space Core during his time in the junkyard and decides to chill with these little freaks yeehaw!

Also i just realized how teensy fact and space are compared to the other personality cores, this could be another reason why theyre pretty close since they would’ve been considered “runts” of the Personality Cores

[yourbuddy1984]

@dollcheesecake sure thing boss!! so!! ive got a few!! i also gotta note most of these are mine and my friend's, not just mine only !! our main one is our buddy sim portal au!! and then some lesser ones like a tspud au, a pokemon au and all that! so!! im gonna talk about them under the cut

the anekom science au, as i like to call it, is the buddy sim portal one!! it takes place in 1984. in it, buddy takes on glados' role, friendo chell's, and milo sort of wheatley's? sometimes he takes on the form of a companion cube, sometimes he's just a literal dog that wandered in.. no matterhis shape, budd hates him! to explain the characters i also have to explain anekom science stuff while aperture is more scientific, anekom is more about psychology/the human brain and technology! they're basically just messing around with the internet and stuff. anekom also dabbles in coal mining. they seek out people that can't get a job, have hit rock bottom, are homeless and similar stuff ! and employ them to coal mine! then they sell the coal . theyre the number one cause of global warming someone stop them. theyre not that fleshed out but i like the concept so far! about buddy! so! buddy was supposed to be an overseer of sorts to the miners, to make sure they were doing their job, and perhaps to make them less depressed from being in the mines all day (can imagine that being pretty lonely)! the coal also partially fueles them. they didnt actually end up being an overseer, they were too emotional and didnt care about productivity at all! they were just trying to make friends with the miners. they got tossed aside and FriendoBot started being produced! buddy did Not like that . they started messing with everyrthing's code . eventually they made a deal that they can spend time w people if they behave and they'll also get to train friendo (. well . at least one version of friendobot i guess)

heres the first ever glados!buddy design i ever made! its a cool concept but i scrapped the heart later (Ill show my now designs in a bit!) friendobot had a similar purpose to buddy, but they were also supposed to help with the mining themselves! so! they were given a body!

this is the main friendobot design ithink! theyre simple as thered be more of them - mass production and all. i imagine they'd be able to take on jobs of caretakers and babysitters and stuff. you can see milocube in the corner - its just there . if friendo wants to carry it friendo can carry it. and it will. in the testing chamber where youd normally get the companion cube and then have to incernerate it! friendo just doesnt!! buddy woulld say something like 'take care of it well:)' and friendo . just . wouldnt ever stop donig that . its a bit of a faulty bot and that upsets buddy sometimes onto the art!

i wanted to do this for the nass discord contest! but! im simply too busy doing artfight!! a valid sacrifice . this would take place at the end of portal 2! in that, wheatley and glados would both be buddy . like . only the logical side of buddy would be in at first, and theyd want friendobot OUT of their facility bc theyre too loud so theyd try to kill them. then theyd give buddy their 'heart/emotional self' - which is, like, a glowing lantern thing, . then only emotional buddy would be in charge for some time . and theyd be like 'now that that stupid cubes not ehre anymore, we can be together forever!' and youd have to get their brain back to them . or something .

i! never finished this . i couldnt settle on a background or buddy wires. these are the only images i could find but oh my lord i tried So hard to make it look cool . this would take place at the end of portal 1, buddy would propably be v upset of friendo's care for milocube . they'd use the excuse its interfering with training but we both know thats a lie. thats! all of this au, i think? theres definetely some stuff i missed, but, yea . lvoe this au . even if its wonky and a bit rough around the edges

the tspud au! is! just. begins with the narrator finding buddy sim after stanley does something stupid. hed say something like 'if you hate my game so much, why dont we just play this one?' in a v mean tone thatd make you cry. friendo would just pop into existence next to stanley and buddy would get their own room somewhere. the narrator would freak out propalbly and yell at them to get out while buddy would try to introduce themselves to the two to make more friends . friendo and stanley are BEST FRIENDS i tell you, they'd piss off the narrator sooo much . they annoy hims so much. friendo would like go around spilling water from the water cooler around and tearing apart papers . 'stanley stop them! theyre ruining my story- our story! surely you dont agree with this sort of behaviour!' . stanley would join friendo i think. i think hed eat the paper even. stanley would put friendo inside the bucket and carry them around if they started to realy upset the narrator . friendo wouldnt mind i think . the narrator would . well . he wouldnt Hate friendo, friendo's a kid, he cant hate a kid!! if he hated a kid he'd end up being the antagonist of the story, and lord, he cant have that now, can he? hed try soo hard not to swear around friendo . even though they cant speak its still . eh . friendo would do the best to annoy him and if he was fine and didnt get mad theyd FRIENDO RAGE stanley and buddy ! theyre alright . they wouldnt be friends . its like . theyre sharing custody of friendo now ya know? i think stanley wouldnt be afraid to establish boundaries with buddy but he wouldnt be mean to them on purpose either . i say that as if he doesnt do that to the narrator . i think . hed feel bad for them. sure hed prank them but like, he wouldnt do the zending to them (or to friendo, or the EXPLODE ending .) Now!!! the grand finale!! buddy and the narrator . theyd Despise each otehr .the narrator would think buddy a childish fool. hedthink their story lacks nuance and character development. . hed get in squabbles w buddy about where stanleys and friendos story should go . buddy would think the narrator sucks and that he's too rude to stanley and stuff. eventually the narrator would realise that theyre not, like, intentionally malicious, and that they dont know about actual storytelling, theyve never had a chance to learn . hed teach them and stuff . buddy ,, hm m,, buddy would hate the narrator at first bc hes a competitor . then theyd be glad that hes there and that like . they can take breaks while he gives the two players a story . i like this au!! i think its sweet:)) the pokemon au! buddy's a rotom kind of creature! if a pokemon theyd be porygon . friendos just a trailer . they find an old abandoned town and some pokemon there . buddys like 'i can speak pokemon, ill translate for you!' except they dont actually translate they just make up stories and stuff arbour would be some kind of popplio, and buddy would be like, theyd ttranslate to friendo that they have to find lost stuff for her . the popplio would just be looking at friendo like Why is this child bringing me so much stuff oh into a pokeball i go , . thats it . the snoodlewonker and enemies could be like corrupted pokemon. i dont have much for this au its still fun though:) friendo could have the lantern and sword pokemons rimworld au this is a Tiny au . buddy would take on the role of a storyteller. you could have max pawns of . how many people there are in the north (dejo bravisa being counted as one character) . before they started sending disasters your way. theyd send out raiders carrying good stuff so when you kill them you get good loot . theyd also give you v hard challenges if you, like, got too close to a pawn . try and kill them . dont know what that means thats all:D!!!! thank you fort he request to chat about them!!! sorry if this is written badly , its just how it is!

[doug-rattmann-appreciation-club]

I’m in love with the fact that your chelldos iteration seems to wake up every day and choose violence so my writing prompt is maybe something a little sweeter? 👀 as a challenge

HA they really do choose violence every time I write them buuuut here’s something on the sweet side~

(thanks for the prompt friend!!)

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Palpitations

“You know what I don’t understand about you?”

Chell lifts her head from where it’s nestled in the crook of GLaDOS chassis. This the part of the week they like to call recharging. Chell recharges specifically somewhere by or on top of GLaDOS. Right now she’s tucked away in that one part of her chassis that gets warm whenever GLaDOS is putting new test tracks together. She likes listening to GLaDOS work through the new tests. She also likes the tangents GLaDOS goes off on as her mind hypothesizes new ideas. And right now her chassis is blissfully warm. Her entire body thrums with concentration as GLaDOS splits her focus between the main chamber and other parts of the facility. 

Whatever thought GLaDOS has, it’s bound to be fascinating. Maybe insulting. Could go either way. “Well, not you specifically-” GLaDOS pauses. “Although are are an infinite amount of things even my advanced mind cannot comprehend about you.”

At this, Chell snorts. She could say the exact same thing about GLaDOS. In a way, they’re both anomalies. They were not programmed to fall in love with each other. On a data sheet, they’d be the outliers, skewing the data, generally making a mess of the research.

Oh, the studies people would conduct about them...

Floors below them, GLaDOS shifts an entire wall away. “Why do humans connect love to the heart?” the GLaDOS focused on the main chamber says.

So that is the question they are pondering today. Chell idly runs her finger along an edge of GLaDOS’ casing and listens to her think out loud. “I’ve studied human anatomy. It simply doesn’t make sense. The heart doesn’t generate the feeling of love. You could just as easily switch it out for the spleen or the large intestine, and each would be just as ineffective. So why?”

Chell never thought of it. She doesn’t even recall when or where love and the human heart came together. In her human mind, they just fit. 

“Love is a chemical reaction that originates in the brain,” GLaDOS continues, “but you don’t see tiny humans cutting up paper into the shape of brains and writing nice things on them. What compels you to credit the heart for something it doesn’t do?”

Most days, Chell doesn’t know the answers to her queries. They aren’t meant to be answered, but simply ruminated on. Chell stretches, her body fitting perfectly into GLaDOS’ chassis. Like a part that had been missing for a long time, but when finally found... Chell sighs. Idly, she places a hand over her heart, listening to the constant ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum that signals all is well within Chell’s system. GLaDOS is right. Love technically doesn’t come from the human heart. But this feeling... times like this, Chell wishes she could let GLaDOS feel her heartbeat. Chell is biology. GLaDOS is machinery. How does one understand the other when they are built completely different?

Thinking about her, Chell’s heartbeat quickens.

Not long after, Chell dozes off to GLaDOS pondering the elimination of gravity in tests chambers, dreaming of Valentine’s day cards shaped like human brains floating in a weightless test chamber. 

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Later, when GLaDOS is distracted with more reconstruction, Chell paints. She’s never considered herself an artist by any means, but this does not require a great level of skill. Just a steady hand and clear direction. She finds black paint and a brush in one of the dens. She’s not confident she gets the anatomy correct -human memory and all- but as a whole, it doesn’t look bad. 

“I know you’ve been up to something.”

Chell’s head snaps up to GLaDOS’ optic glaring down at her. She expects this. Given her... track record, GLaDOS probably assumes she’s thrown something else down the incinerator. But Chell cuts her eyes to GLaDOS’ chassis then back to her optic. Her eyes say one thing.

Look.

GLaDOS immediately begins to realign one of the cameras in the direction Chell indicated. “Incredible. I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you doing some kind of damage to the equipment...” GLaDOS trails off as she aligns the camera. “Oh.”

Painted on her chassis is a human heart.

“You...” Chell slowly approaches her chassis and puts her hand over the painted heart and then her own. She painted it over the part of GLaDOS that warms up when they’re together. Not quite the same thing as a heartbeat, but GLaDOS, with all her infinite knowledge must understand. “It’s anatomically correct,” GLaDOS observes. “You wouldn’t happen to be a doctor and a murderer, would you?”

Chell smiles. Her heart beats faster, and GLaDOS’ chassis is warm under her touch.